Cross Dresser and the Cleaner

"Well that's a kicker," I say into the telephone.

I nod and agree as I listen to the voice on the other end.

"Well on the plus side I have my weekend back and that's a bonus," I say pleased that I won't now be giving up my time for the conference.

It's Friday lunch time and I'm due to be leaving in a couple of hours for a conference. Travel over night, set up Saturday, test run Sunday and all ready to go for Monday. And now, something has happened, our team aren't going any more and I have my weekend back.

I jump online and book myself an waxing appointment for later that evening, it's was a little early but I hadn't planned to be around for the weekend and now that I was, I thought I'd take advantage. I booked an appointment and set about some plans for a little self bondage fun for the weekend.

I took myself off for another good hot shower scrubbing myself near raw ready to be waxed.

Appointment all done, smooth and sleek. I just adore the way I feel after being waxed, there's no feeling like it.

Off to be for a good nights rest, early start in the morning, I want to make the most of the day, have some bondage fun and then well, see where the rest of the day takes me, who knows what I might be getting up to. Maybe see some friends for some dressed up fun later on.

I wake up early and shower, drink my coffee and start about getting myself ready. I pull out some shiny dance tights, love the shimmer, pick my bra and top and skirt. I will pass on the heels, it's a casual day at home, maybe a robbery where I'm caught at home unexpected. No need to over dress. I paint my nails and wave my fingers around in the air while I wait for them dry. Then I tuck my little clit away, I love my little fufu clip with the straps, looks like some tiny underwear and gives me such a lovely profile down there.

Fasten on the bra, slipping my falsies into the cups and pull the shiny tights up over my legs and bum. I take top and pull it on, slipping into my skirt. Finally, I add my wig and then start to strap on my harness gag.

As I'm looking at myself in the mirror, rather pleased with my efforts.

I scream into the gag "mppppphhh" is all that comes out. Pleased I set up about getting the cable ties and the cutters.

I put the cutters on the side, and start to put the cable ties together, two looped for my ankles, three linked together but open for my calves and then three looped for my wrist, the middle one will be tightened after I secure the outer ones onto my wrists for extra security.

I slip my feet through the cable ties and pull them tight, I love how they dig into my flesh a little, I love my bondage good and tight for sure! Then I pick up the three linked ties and pass them around my calves just below my knees. Pulling them snug and then adding another to cinch them up. There's to be no escape until I get to the cutters.

Almost there, I pick up the last ties, putting them over my left wrist, I pull it tight, no gap at all, no way I can slip them off, they aren't coming off until I cut them off. Shuffling forward a little in the chair, I bring my right wrist behind me and feel for the cable ties. Slipping it over my right wrist, I pull it tight, just as tight as the left. I pull against the ties feeling how secure they are, then I search for the tie in the middle and pull that tight, pulling my wrists together behind me.

I pause for a moment, taking in what I've done to myself. I see the cutters there on the side, I can just stand up carefully, reach over to them and grab them. I'm good, I'm safe, I'm bound and gagged and loving the feeling of temporary helplessness that I've put myself into.

"What the fuck!" she said as she opened the door.

My daydreaming was broken as the surprised voice of my cleaner stood in the door frame.

"You're meant to be away!" she said

I just sat there frozen for a moment. I was then even more surprised when I saw a man standing behind the women I employed as my cleaner.

"What the fuck," he said, as surprised as she was.

"He isn't supposed to be here, he should have left last night," she said.

"What do we do now," he asked.

"Just what we planned to do, he's already tied up and gagged, he isn't going to raise the alarm," she said. "Grab the cutters, then he's got no way out!"

I sat there frozen at what was happening, the man moved around her and grabbed the cutters of the side.

"What now then?" he asked.

"Move him into that cupboard, we can prop the door closed. We can call in a rescue once we're clear," she said pointing at the door in the corner of the room.

Still frozen on the seat, the guy grabbed me pulling me towards the cupboard. I didn't struggle, I didn't resist, I just went along. He stood me inside the cupboard and closed the door. I heard something being dragged in front of the door.

"He won't be out of the any time soon," a voice said.

All I heard was footsteps leaving the room. There I was bound, gagged by my own hand and now locked in the cupboard at the hand of my cleaner and her friend.

I eased myself down onto the floor and settled in to wait and hope for rescue.